The bottom and sides are pretty much wee one zones and I don't care to have a second display of my "hangin' loose" drawing; so we are going to stick with the grown-up zone. Here is a shot of our fairly boring freezer door.

This is our list of pesticide laden fruits and veg.

This is a sweet magnetic bud vase that the MM gave the PM for Mother's Day a few years ago. It had a flower in it that one day and never again. Don't know why, we have a huge yard of flowers.

Finally here is a tacky dice magnet that the PM brought back from Vegas when her and the MM got married there in the "Chapel of Love".

I wanted to take a pic of the PM's target heart rate list but the flash was too bright. Who has that info on their fridge? Maybe by your exercising machines but not on your fridge. Maybe the PM didn't want all the dust to cover it if she had it on her stationary bike or she wants to make sure her heart rate is bang on when she's racing for the ice cream after the wee ones go to bed. Not sure.

I know a lot of cats had done this meme a few months ago so I am tagging some of you new bloggers who have not!

Monday, September 22, 2008

For those who were asking, the PM did clip the end of my wild whilly whisker and nothing crazy happened. Thanks for the help!

Now, I wanted to share a dilemma with you. The wee lad and I are friends, supposedly.

Here we are hangin' in the grass. See the look of adoration in my face?

Well, a couple of days ago, I heard that he had drew a picture of me. I was so touched. I hurried over to have a gander, wondering if I was going to look more like a tiger or a lion and this is what I saw.

Pretty good, I thought. Goldie climbing a tree is the title. But then I had a question. The PM took the words right out of my mouth when she asked. "What's that hanging between Goldie's legs". No, not what your thinking. He said, "That squishy bit that moves side to side when he runs."

WHAT??????????

That is floof, all floof!!!

Then last night I was sitting on the PM's hip when she was lying down, waiting for the kids to get ready for bed. The wee lad came in and said "Goldie, get down. You are getting bum juice on Mommy."

Thursday, September 18, 2008

The wee lad got a magazine and in it was Astrology for your pet. He thought it was pretty interesting so we are going to be posting a "star sign" each week. For those of you who know when you were born keep an eye/nicatating membrane out for your sign. We are curious to see how close they are with their personality descriptions.

So we will start with~

Virgo

August 23- September 22

Virgo pets are smart, easy to train and quick to housebreak. They especially like to be groomed.

Monday, September 15, 2008

As you may have noticed before, I have rather curly whiskers. Well one of the curlicue fellas is getting a wee bit out of control. It has taken to curling itself over my check and into my eye. It doesn't bother me all the time but it gives the PM the heebie jeebies.

My question is how do I tame this wild whisker? The PM heard when she was a little girl that you NEVER cut a cat's whisker. Was that a old wives' tale? She's not prepared to test that theory.

I was thinking some nice moustache wax would be nice. I have always liked the look of handlebar 'staches.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

We were very sad to hear that our friend, Pixie, sister to Daisy has gone to the Bridge today. She fought a battle with feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy for years and now needs a rest. Our purrs go out to Daisy and her Mom and Dad at this sad time.

Pixie is running and leaping now at the Rainbow Bridge with renewed energy.

These are the rules that came with~1. The winner can put the logo on his/her blog2. Link the person you received your award from3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs4. Put links of those blogs on yours, and5. Leave a message on the blogs that you've nominated

We would like to pass this award to some of our funny friends. There are so many out there that we love but we finally chose the following eight. (We had to do four each to make it even. Shade was complaining it wasn't even-Steven. I don't even know a Steven.)

Next, I wanted to introduce you to the newest member of my city family.

This is Kitty Girl and she came to live with the Nanny after the PM's Grammie died a month ago. Grammie loved her very much and felt like she was a gift from God. Grammie was having a hard time coping when her beloved dog Bruce went to the Bridge. When she thought that the sadness would swallow her up whole, this little kitty showed up. They live way out in the country and no one had ever seen her before. She just appeared one day and when asked to come in to Grammie's house, she marched in, went straight to Grammie's bed, jumped up and went to sleep. Kitty Girl was Grammie's faithful companion through these last years and laid right beside her right until the end.

She is very pretty and sweet. The Nanny's other cat, Treepie, threw a huge fit when she arrived. Doing his famous Donald Duck talking and swearing like a sailor. He is the last of five cats that the PM and her family had when she was growing up and he has been alone the last couple of years. He has calmed down now and I think he'll enjoy having this precious beauty as a friend.

The Grammie had another indoor cat that went to a good home and there are still a couple living outside in the woodshed. I overheard the PM saying she could take "Emmerson" if they needed her to.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

This is one of my top resting spots. It is available only once in awhile so I have to keep my eye on the PM. Normally there is no camera on hand for a photo op but this time the camera was on the table. The PM was leaned over the table, browsing the newspaper and I knew it was my chance for some "back lounging"

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

I am getting a little concerned that I may be losing some of my feline sensibilities.

As I have stated before, I am not a hunter and take a pacifist stand on the whole mouser business. I fear I have inherited more than my dislike of violence from this family. I live with a family of vegetarians and I am afraid I am swinging a little towards their way of eating.

The PM would not have believed this if she hadn't seen me doing it.

She opened the door and caught me eating this.

Yes, some raw oatmeal flakes and sunflower seeds. I know, I know. What was I thinking?

See, Goldie had maimed a deer mouse and the PM took Goldie inside so the mouse could recover. She brought out this bowl of food and some water in case the mouse needed some refreshments. The mouse ran away under the roses but she left the food out just in case. A couple of hours later she goes to check and I'm eating the stuff.

I know Goldie will steal the wee ones cooked oatmeal with milk in it but raw?

Monday, September 8, 2008

Goldie~ I was checking out the back window, which looks onto the roof of our wood room, when I saw this.

Yes, that is poop on my roof. I think it must be a gang of rogue wild cats, leaving me a message. I am a hunter but not really a fighter. I really don't know what to do next. Shade, the clawless wonder, will be useless if we were attacked.

Am I hunting too many mice? Does my excess floof annoy them?

I am feeling a tad bit anxious. I will have to get my sidekick ready for a rumble. I better...

Shade~Goldie, how many cats do you know eat choke cherries? None? Right. That poop belongs to coons. Quit the theatrics.

Friday, September 5, 2008

The PM was told a bizarre story about a meezer and we were wondering if any of you cats had ever heard of such things. Maybe some of you need such treatment. Inquiring minds want to know.

Ok, a friend of the PM's was visiting with someone who had a meezer. They went into the kitchen and there was the cat. The friend reached down and pet the cat a couple of times, gently and then had to lift his leg up quickly to defend himself as he was about to have 12 lbs of irate kitty wreak havoc on his body. The woman screamed for her cat to get down then grabbed him and sat down on the couch. (the cat not the man, hee hee)

She then proceeded to put him on his back and rub his tummy until he calmed down. While she was doing this, this is the crazy part, she held a pencil between his teeth. I guess the wood was flying, bits going all over the place. He chewed for a few minutes then was calm again. She apologized and said he had quite a temper and that was the only way to calm him.

The PM thought this was the craziest thing she had ever heard. Has anyone heard of such things? Maybe it is some new Dr. Phil for cats technique. I think we live a sheltered life out here in the woods.

Whatcha think?

UPDATE~ I put this question to George and he has an answer. You can go over and check out what he thinks! Thanks George!!

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Welcome!

We are two fine felines, living together yet worlds apart on the cat spectrum. Each saved from life in a shelter to be brought into a cozy house in the woods. I am Goldie, the young mancat, brave, fluffy and apricot. I am Banshee, young calico, formally feral, arrived in November. We live with four of them, The Music Man, The Peacemaker and the wee ones. These are our stories.